derive of environs

they never talk about the disapearences of the comrads slowly picked off from the cafes too drunk or stoned to walk home. they never talk about the friends picked up stumbling or on a bike ride and delivered to an intake or the outskits of town. they drop you and make you walk back. I see my friends being tortured in the lines of the newpapers & no one else seems to notice. you only know of you know. that is the strain and pull on reality. basements and backrooms load lines of lyrics for the generations drug debts repaid in military facility. making the sheets means you made someone so mad that his wife respects you enough to put you in the papers.